St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-12-27

Mo- But the truth was that month
ago she thought that no man In the
whole of Capri, nay, in the whole of the
great cityyof Naples, where once she had
gone with her father, the equal of PietrO
Fusco. The passing weeks had brought
Idyane TO her feet, Idyane, the Salerno
man who made himself the diver, and
the Blue GrOttO. Idyane was rich
grew richer by that speculation of his,
would, when the foreign people ceased
coming, go back to SalernO and his
fathers trade.
The wife of Idyahe would be a great
woman. A Capri peasant girl has her
wits, and can look forward as well as
another girl.
And the days were always busy; al
ways she had to manage her own coral
trade well, and to buy the best strings,
so that she should not lose her place of
being the first seller. She had really no
time, except to amuSe herself in the
pleasantest way when the one duty of
buying wisely and selling proitabfy was,
attended to.
So, naturally, Pietro, who was what
one may call much palmer man than
Idyane, got pushed aside from Carlotta'S
pleasure-lOving soul.
There she sat, crossing her white
stockinged shOeless feet laZily.
''They will have quarrel nOw," she
said to herself; land cannot help it if
they do.'
They did have quarrel.
Now, the high road of Capri, which
leads up to the high, rock.built town,
goes winding and mounting, winding
and ever mounting leisurely and easily.
Strings of visitors always went up on
dOnkyS; every day the same. Every day,
too, the children-whO clambered like
young kids up and down the face of the
Orange-gardened cliffS-were out poster
ing people to buy lemons or oranges.
Two of these sat on a broken bit OF
wall watching. One had a bough of
lemon tree over his arm, with three
great golden lemons on it.; the other
boy had nothing, but he jingled the
sOldi in his ragged pocket which
great bearded foreigner had paid for his
fruit.
Behind them dropped the stairway be-
tween the orange gardens; just facing
them there rose continuation of the
same rising pathway; the slow road goes
zig-zag, those stony paths mount sheer
and straight.
Two women, who with great baskets
on their heads had just passed the boys
from the lower path, crossed the road,
and then they were mounting.
Il never liked him, the Salernian; he
has an evil face"
"Tcha! he means nothing"
This was naught to the ragged boys,
they still watched for customers, and
they still jingled the sOldi.
A cry came from below. Then a
scuffle, and stones were heard falling,
and then another cry, but this time
muff1ed, and suddenly Silenced.
Everything was happening at once;
the boys would have dashed to see the
fight; of course it was fight; but then
ladies were coming, and ladies have
soldi. -
Down from the wall the boys had
leaped, making for the descending path
way: now the English voices called the
other way.
Away flew the boys.
Never before had they looked so hand
some in their pleading; never before
had they made such glOrificatien of
their wares, or such pltlful show OF
need.
"They would really let the three
lemons go for 'cinquanta,' so soldi!"
Young ScampS!
Mona Morris was the girl who bought
the lemon bough; she would take it to
England, she declared, as it was. 1t
was pretty green and gold thing.
One second and the two brOwn-skinned
boys were off, and had sprung to their
bit of wall; one jump on the far side
and they would be on the downward
path. If only the fight were but still
going on! It'would then be day of.
luck for the two! -
But, as we have said, everything was
just then happening at eDce. AS the
boys for second poised Oh the brokers
wall for their leap down, a mana
sailor-looking handspring from the.
gap of the path. -.-.
His eyes cleaned, his jersey was
ripped up, but in a second he was gone,
ia.tiying stride carried him over the road,
and up, up he went, scOrning the path,
and flying like wild thing from crag'
to grove and grove to cray.
Boys and English strangers stood
''What is it? why-!" somebody
gasped.
The boy of the lemon Dough danced
up to Mona, throwing up his arms. ''lt
is quarrel, a fght-down there. All!
it is great murder, certamente! Come,
SignOrina!"
1t was true; there had been quarrel
and a fight.
1t was not Idyane's fault, either, that
there was not "a great murder" He
had stabbed Pietro.
There the man lay with the dear life
ebbing away.
The boys forgot their soldi-had they
not news which was something like
news? They were down on the shore,
and the whole crowd of shore folk
bloc ked the starting place of the path
way more instantaneOusly than we can
show.
Nona's brother was young doctor.
He did what he could to staunch the
wound. He and the three or four COM
panionS carried the unconscious PietrO
down the hill.
They laid him on the ground at the
very place where CarlOtta had sat and
cOquetted with Idyane, and had bitten
so pleasantly into the ripe orange.
Carlotta was in the crowd. She stood
like stone.
"He will not de-" the Englishman
said.
Still Carlotta stood rigid. She could
not see Pietro's ashy face she would
not try to see it.
But her heart! Carlotta would never
again be a cOquette.
There was movement and some one
said: They carry him to his house."
The movement was wrong, the wound
burst forth afresh, the mans head fell
back.
''He is dead! He is dead!" an old
woman cried. "Ahime! Ahimer' and
she threw up her skinny brown arms.
Thereupon CarlOtta, the marble, mo-
tionless Carlotta, gave one shrek and
dashed into the crowd.
In shocked surprise every one gave
way to her.
She knelt by Pietro.
'.Pietro! Pietro! Speak!' she cried.
as it not who have killed you, l.
On. anima mia! ANNA mia!'
She kissed him a thousand times
And-and-those kisses broke the death
like faint.